Your religion Your pride We spit in your face Our will is done Your Morals Your lies Well never embrace Our will is done Well fuck and sin Well never repent Our will is done Deny the cross and its intent You want to write us off as shock and petty complaining Well guess again Were reading bierce and twiain to your chagrin Were living life without guilt or chains to hold us back No time to venerate unproven claims Were on the attack Your religion Your pride We spit in your face Your Morals Your Lies Well never embrace